Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm
I'm about to rip this
When the mic is gripped my lyrics do up like
from Vietnam

'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't or skinteet
I lick with my tongue
And rhymes I with my teeth
This lyrical prophet you stop this from the West Indies

You can tell I'm a lyrical from the words spoken and broken up
In books and scrolls that I unfold
The knowledge I use does make me
The intelligence in my

Converts itself and wisdom
in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and Calypso
Cyop is a buck and a buck is a
That's the true thing and a natural fact

This man you can't hold me back
the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my place of
You can tell by the that's swung

And the lyrical in me verse
So all don't cross this border
by now you should know sort of
Lyrically but now I despise

All youth that's out of
Don't try to any of the Schnickens
'Cause I'm not done the lyrical boxin'
The beatin' and the

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you can't me
And my rhymes you'll bite and
you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm
Chip FU, you will extend and show all the youth them

That me big under roots and culture
And the bad in the pen
Because I grip the mic
(Yes, man)
All they do stop yes and hush

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With these lyrical styles of
And if I do unleash a lyrical
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and it brief

don't bite yes or thief
C H I P FU is my name, it stay just the same
Give me any mic on stage in a I'll engage
And drop just the same

for quote, note for note, did you comprehend
So jack it up and pull it up
Wheel and come
'Cause MC's try these raps and sound like wanna-be's

But a wanna-be's not what I to be
See the have to be
The true prophets
to preach FU-Schnick prophecies

We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not faking Jamaican, so all you better run
Because Mr. Chip FU man a

And me sitdong pon de riddim sitdong de vibes
A de don
True me up a style and me wicked and wild
With peer pattern how me chat it in a verb

And it in a noun
Uno better I and I respect
When this I come
out

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three
Come me
POC the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild Apache
See I'm the C the H the I the P

Down the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D
I preach and teach and all ghetto youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get something
All MC's come out good styles
And all of them do sound

But ring the alarm and don't calm
I won't procrastinate
These lyrical styles that I
To preach and and educate me, a new jack brother
(Who's that)

When you were at the parties rapping and scratching I did a
On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll me live and direct
Yes and who hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect
So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you

Don't step so back up, wake up, take off the make-up
The mic because break up
MC's from limb, slim me trim
You see me, I don't follow no and I don't follow no pattern

So take head to this lesson I bring or the lesson I
Which was taught to one and
All MC's better ring the alarm
In words, run for cover